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Here In Oakland

Art & Life


April 15, 2017


Sunday. Lights out early to awaken a bit late and so up quickly and out the door to drive to breakfast on a clear (they're saying going to start raining later) morning feeling pretty good. Arrived two minutes before the waitresses arrived to open the restaurant, but two minutes is nothing and so the day has begun.

Spent more time than usual over the papers, had the French toast with sliced bananas and strawberries with coffee for breakfast and headed out the door with the idea of going by the supermarket at nine. Took the usual pictures before getting in the car, but for some reason decided to skip the supermarket when I backed out of the parking space. That's just what happened, no logical reason for it.

Home now seeing rain clouds approaching. I need to go by an ATM today and may have a problem.

Later. A walk to the bus stop to find a crew taking down the large tree growing above the parking lot and so took pictures. Would have been nice if I'd noticed as I was heading down the hill, but the bus wasn't due for ten minutes and it gave me an interesting way to wait until it arrived.

The bus to the ATM on Broadway early enough to take pictures at the apartment house construction site(s) before the return bus came by, but finished six minutes early and decided to walk. After yesterday I've decided it would be better to walk more often than not. We'll see how long that lasts. More pictures at Harrison and Grand and then on to pick up an ice cream bar at the 7-11 look-alike and eat it on the way home. More pictures of the now much shorter tree on the way. Good.

Later still. Watched golf again after I remembered they were broadcasting this week's tournament finish. Didn't actually remember the name of the tournament, the Harbor Town Tournament, until the very end, but it was windy with a storm on the way and the players were all over the place, ending with a match between two young players, one twenty-two, one twenty-eight.


A three hole playoff, the twenty-eight year old making a great putt to win.


So much for golf.

Evening. No rain during the day. I wouldn't have gone to the Cherry Blossom Festival anyway, I suspect, but without rain I could have gone and shot some pictures. The festival continues next weekend and bad on me if I don't at least go for the forming up of the Sunday parade by city hall.

Watched the two Elementary episodes that started at five, the second not so bad, the first one less wonderful. I suspect, if I could analyze my likes and dislikes, or spread them out in front of a psychiatrist, they'd tell me more about how I'm glued together than anything meaningful about the quality of the program.

Had trouble making out the dialogue in the Arthur and George episode on PBS that followed, the accent, the television speakers and my ears. Nothing more to keep me up and so to bed after eight, still no rain. I've been hoping I could use the rain forecast for tomorrow morning to skip walking and to drive.

Last year's San Francisco Cherry Blossom Festival taken with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.